Into nothingnessA silent scream,Into nothingness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A broken heart,
A sad thought,
Breaking of a man
Into a million pieces.
How did it all go wrong?
We were happy just yesterday,
Kissing and laughing from
Sunrise to sunset.
How did I not see
That you were dying inside,
Slowly fading away into nothingness.
You never told me how you felt,
Because you thougt it would
Break my heart.
A silly argument,
Tears and pain,
A shock when you said ''conditional love''.
Now you are gone,
Forever and ever,
I look at the letters,
Where we had written,
That we will hold on to each other,
Forever and ever.
Helpless I look at your letters,
A strand of your hair,
Your ear ring,
Mementos,reminders of a time,
When I felt whole.
I berate myself,
How could I have done this to you?
Was I the right person for you?
Why did it have to be so hard?
I promised myself,
I would always be thee for you,
Hold you,cherish you,protect you,
Respect you,cheer for you,make you smile,
Always make you feel loved.
I look at myself
Genre Switch - Writing Guide: AntagonistsLesson Two: AntagonistsGenre Switch - Writing Guide: Antagonists3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
-What is it?
Many assume that "antagonist" is a fancy word for "the biggest, baddest guy" but it isn't. The Antagonist is the Protagonist's worst enemy this is not the same thing! (Fun fact: "Antagonist" has its root in the word "antagonise", which means "to instigate and irritate." )Consider: A Protagonist is attempting to survive in a desert just survive, no Pokextinctionists or anything. What's their enemy? Nature, that's what. If a Protagonist is trying to avoid giving in to the robot implant in their brain from an organization, they're fighting the organization in question, aren't they?
There's a couple of Antagonist Types that I'll need to cover, in that case:
- Characters (Mr. X, Dr. Doom)
-Organizations (The Ministry, Pokextinction, The Covenant)
- Inanimate (Nature, Technology)
I'll go into Characters and Organizations individually in a moment, but let's just look at the things that apply to all three... sort of:
Genre Switch - Writing Guide: Plot PlanningApologies for the delay One has been up to the ears in work lately, plus there's a top-secret project for the group (which is not a story, nor is it art) that I'm feverishly working on...Genre Switch - Writing Guide: Plot Planning3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Alright, here we go! This is a very, very major topic
So, you've got a brilliant story, absolutely nothing like anyone else has done before. You've got the best friggin' characters ever. Your Protagonist is kickass. Your Antagonist is badass. You've got a few Minor Characters on either side, covering a wide variety of personalities and special abilities, and every last one of 'em plays a part. So, go over to the computer/writing pad/desk/dog's back with piece of paper on top, pull out your keyboard/pencil/pen/knife and
Ah, that made you stop typing, didn't it?
Wait It didn't? But it was my best authoritarian voice! I mean, you stopped typing!
Oh, I see. You'll start typing as soon as I start going at you You just wanna know why I want
Unwilling Little Vampire A cold wind tugged at my long, black hair. The full moon above me made a spotlight through the dense trees. I sighed. The sound of my footsteps on gravel was the only noise to be heard, besides a coyote in the distance. My breath clouded before me, and I shoved my gloved hands further into my pockets.Unwilling Little Vampire2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tonight was the same as any other night- for all the humans, that is. I was human, once. I think. Yes, I'm quite sure I must have been, about two and a half centuries ago. Yes- I was the eldest child and only daughter of a very wealthy family in Boston. Back then I was known as Mary Tailor, of the esteemed Tailor family. Now I'm known as Jenevive Marx, a quiet, detached teenager with dark clothing and snowy skin.
I believe it was my brother, Mark (from whom I derived my assumed surname), that brought me out there that night. A bash to mark the century, he called it. I was so sarcastic and rude toward him, telling him he was stupid and that our ind
Death to the ConspiratorI harbor a foolish hope that sensation might flee my body.Death to the Conspirator4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The soldiers ordered to escort us make an awful commotion. Their boots click sharply against cobblestone floors while their guns and belts rattle with each stride. I feel the vibrations in my teeth. Father Jacob walks just ahead of us and snorts loudly every third or fourth step, as though trying to clear his nostrils of the prison's stench.
I have forgotten the scent of a warm summer day. We leave the gates and stone walls behind and step into the sun. It washes my vision in creamy white. My eyes adjust quickly. There is grass - rich, moist, and springy under my step. A pale haze rises above the city in the distance, and the white dome of the Capitol building reflects the sun brilliantly.
Briefly, I wonder if Jackson's hand hesitated before it signed my fate.
I cannot avoid it now, rising above the heads of the parade in front of me: the gallows, constructed not an entire day before. Fresh planks still reek of pine and cedar s